Willow ,'Lessons'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Wireless on the bus? That's terrific!
So, we are back to Trudy being deliberately cute tomorrow rather than just happening tgo be cute today?
I will pass on my favorite dating advice, which I know longer need - never have sex on the first date, unless you really, really want to.
Bwah! Please to tag?
Of course, Maria.
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Might want to change the "are" to "is".
*hic*
Oh, Trudy, at least you have time to prepare.
Man, boys suck. I'm relatively easy and give great head. Why the hell don't I date more?
And if you ever try online dating, you have your opening statement.
::chokes on drink::
Apparently, not a problem Trudy has.
Teppy, that suit is gorgeous. You will be of TEH HOT in it! I'm now window shopping on that site. Not that I need a new suit for hanging around in the back yard paddling pool but I can look.
Fay, I'm glad Daniel's carrier saga is over. I made one three hour car trip with a cat who tended to get sick in his carrier when we moved here and I never want to travel that far with a cat, ever again.
Has anyone here read Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell? I've got friends pimping it to me and I'm wondering if I should go pay off my library fines and check it out.
Cash, all my friends who've read it have been pimping it to me as well.
It looks very long.
Oooh-ey! I got to make out with ChiKat. ::kisskiss::
Wow, all kinds of nifty stuff today and I can't remember the half of it!
Raq, you give good filk. Loved the Daniel song.
Fay, I'm glad you managed to get Daniel in the carrier without major trauma to you. And that kitty hostelry sounds divine! I want to come back as a cat in my next life if I can live there. Heck, I won't even need to own a human to practice mind control on and all my needs will be met.
Bev's built-ins are making me jealous. I've been considering having some done in my place. My folks had a friend of the family do tsome in their bathroom a number of years ago and I've been yearning for some ever since. Need to get rid of the mice, first. They've got enough cupboards to hide in in the kitchen without adding more for them to start more nests. Rassenfrassen mice, gettouta my cupboards!
I meant to post this here, as well as my LJ, this morning. But the gronk was mightier than the CC&P buttons. Hmm, maybe I should use white font for the protection of the squeamish.
Ok, first things first. I woke up this morning at 10 o'clock. Hearing that Daniel was already up, I figured that he had fed the cats so that they would not need to wake me up. Stumbling blearily down the stairs I found several drops of dried blood on the floor in the arch between the living room and dining room. I cleaned them up, and blearily observed that Harvey has been in the litterbox twice already - once while I was in the bathroom, and I could hear him at it again. So I went to listen to what he was up to in there, I was quite pleased to hear a healthy stream of urine. Ok, so whatever he is up to, it's not the old FUS.
Daniel was down in the basement, so I blearily opened a conversation with him to help solve the mystery of the dried blood . Did I mention, I was so bleary-eyed, the blear had seeped into my brain? Daniel actually had much to report from the basement: While I was cleaning up dried blood in the dining room, he was busy cleaning up broken lightbulb from the basement. Er... I'll leave that up to him to explain. Suffices to say that the two were not related, as the cats are not allowed down there, and we did a foot check on him. Then he surprised me by asking if I had fed the cats.
It was mostly Daniel who did the brainwork on this, as I was still quite not-awake. We figured out that if the cats were not demanding to be fed. Right. Now. in spite of neither of the humans in the case feeding them, they must have fed themselves. Hence the blood on the floor.
We think it was a bat.
So that was our adventure for the day.
Aww, little hunters.
The pixie has landed. I repeat: the pixie has landed.
Ahead of schedule and during rush hour in LA, unfortunately, so now I'm slounging (which is truly the only position possible on these godawful benches) outside terminal 5 at LAX as ND fights his way here.
I just read through everyone's posts and want to respond to them all, but this silly tiny keypad is thwarting me. Can I point at Sail's post and say "what she said", please?
Rush hour traffic and LAX notwithstanding, it is so good to be home.